Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.